An adventuring party recruited from Osirion teleports into Azir on the 8th of Desnus. Rahadoum's recruiting contact in Osirion wrote ahead to note they were expected. Couple of guys he's known a long time - a wizard, a ranger - and a new guy, sorcerer, probably to replace the cleric they usually travel with. They spend two days in Azir getting oriented and head out to the front. The ranger wears an unusually high quality amulet of Nondetection; the sorcerer wears a headband for intelligence, which is a bit unusual as sorcerers usually don't need it to cast, but some variants do; they are otherwise unremarkable. Chaotic Good, Lawful Neutral, no reading, which could mean neutral or 'hiding it'. They work quickly and effectively, manage resources reasonably well, get recommended to higher-ups for a closer look on that account.
Well, if he can puzzle out the handwriting then Vanyel can try to interpret what the magical terms mean; Urtho also apparently wrote in a frequently-abbreviated shorthand that's pretty obscure to someone who never even met him.
"Should we copy it or something? I have a feeling some of this could be really valuable but I don't think we have time to read all of it and it feels weird to just take it." Shrug. "Though I guess I'm not sure why."
"I think it's fine, if it's going to be lower-energy than my light anyway - there aren't any wards in here, I guess all his defences were further out. Some of the magic projects might be a little unstable, since they're incomplete, but at a glance, I'd have to raise a Gate next to one for that to actually be a problem, and also most of them aren't powered anyway."
"It's a cantrip so it's very little energy." And he can pull some blank notebooks out of his bag and copy things, one page at a time.
Then it will take him about fifteen minutes. He hands Hagan the map to mark the latest rooms while he does it.
"Do you always draw maps of everywhere you explore? That's a good idea."
Vanyel is poking around looking at things with mage-sight. "...Ooh. I think this is a focus for a paired scrying-spell, I didn't know that was possible." He points at two hand-sized wooden boxes, the lids flipped up to reveal matching mirrors on the inner surface.
"Ooooh, cool. We have that but I don't know anything about how it works. A lot of places, not mapping neatly will come back to bite you. It's also a good way to catch missing rooms."
"Though that's less true in a wizard's tower, unbounded as we are by petty mortal concepts of space and time," he says, still copying.
Vanyel chuckles a little to himself. Keeps looking around. Most of the other magic artifacts are a lot less scrutable.
Ah, well, can't have a secret room in every room. He'll also check the staircase carefully, on their way back up.
Hagan likes this guy. Aside from his decision to destroy the world trying to kill Leareth, that seems a bit iffy.
He only brought ordinary paper notebooks to copy them into, but they'll do for now. "Do you suppose the pharaoh will pay us," he says while he does that.
"What, is he going to buy copies of this off us? I don't think it'd even be useful for your world's kind of magic."
"He wanted information on Leareth. I guess if this is all just notes on magic it's pretty useless to us, but presumably he had a diary or something somewhere."
And they can head back up to the room with the lift and the presumed-superweapons. Are they labelled or anything.